Japanese Elvis Impersonators

Who Never Knew The King Wore
Blue Suede Shoes

City Cops Telling Us
To Keep Our Heads Down

There's Nothing Here To See

And Drug Mules Once Traveling
Now Dressed For Death
In Zippered Black Plastic Bags

All Briefly Open Our Eyes To What Once
We Were Blind...

Thru Busy NYC Traffic
We Drifted Sleepily

As The Bremen Town
Musicians Came To Us Singing

Far Away From Broken Homes

Stacked One Upon The Other
Like Nested Eggs Cracked Open

Only To Cast A Passing Glance Into
A Room With A Three-Quarter View

Inside The House That Jack Built...

Even Now, With Sirens Blaring

The Daily Report Swallows The Air With Barely
A Glare From The Passing Commuter

But Inside We Are EnVELoped
And Found Face-Down Inconspicuous

By Furtive Neighbors
When Stray Dogs Come To Linger

And Mottled Doves Blindly
Crash The Windows Of

The Places Where We Once Lived...